But hey, I tried. Right?My desire to write was sparked thanks to grimbous' story, Runt of the Litter (I recommend you read it if you haven't!), and se...ing Ihazcookie, a contributor to grimbous' work, begin their own story, Liz (which I feel has excellent potential after only the first chapter). I wanted to add my own take on the genre and aim for something that involves a little more intimacy in character relationships and greater reluctance/uncertainty on the part of the woman. I thought maybe. A man is allowed to do absolutely anything to a worthless cum dumpster whore, and the stupid cunts arent allowed to do absolutely anything. If they struggle, the law calls for automatic euthanasia. Obviously if the slut is not eager and happy to serve men like it was born to do, it must be malfunctional and therefore must be put down. Its not like it matters very much though. Like I said, theyre all a dime a dozen. Cunts and whores are solely the property of men. Most households own a total of. “What are these?” I asked Nikhil.He did not reply. He opened the first box, it was a gadget in pink color. Its shape was like this, ‘()’. Initially, I did not understand what was that then Nikhil turned it a little and give it in my hand. It was a vibrator. I switched it off and put it aside.Now I guessed the category of this courier. I did not show but I was excited to see what was in other packages. Now the second package, it was a little babydoll style frock or dress made up of netted. ”“Maybe you knew each other in Washington. Mr. Wilcox used to work there.”Confused, I asked, “Where in Washington, the only time I was there was to visit my ex-wife, in Seattle. That was a long time ago.”“Not Washington state, Washington DC. Mr. Wilcox worked for the justice department.”“Well, that pretty much chinches it. The closest I’ve been to DC was Fort Bragg. And to tell you the truth, even that was probably too close.”“What did you do after the army?” She asked.“Mostly, I’ve been moving.